I have to admit, I was freaking out. Anytime the Head of the Council says, "We are now going to test you," you should be very afraid. I was shown into a chamber that looked at little too much like a prison cell, and asked to remove all my clothes except my underwear by a pinked-robed female mage. I hate mages.
"What!? What kind of place is this?"
"It is needed in order to see the full extent of your transformation."
I was suddenly very glad none of my friends were on the examination team.
Begrudgingly, I pulled off my shirt and pants. I had never took the time to actually look at my new self, and I was surprised to see that I was A LOT more muscular.
"Since your skin has been bonded with magic, we will first see how resistant it is to various otherwise dangerous stimuli."
I felt the blood drain from my face.
"Lets start with heat."
A small flame ignited just off the tip of her finger.
"This would just start to burn you under normal conditions."
Without any hesitation, she put the flame to my new rock hard abs. Nothing happened. The others in the room started murmuring amongst themselves.
"How's this?"
The flame grew larger, and I could actually feel its warmth, but still no pain. A look of frustration crossed the mage's face, and I grinned at her fierce concentration. She began to slowly add magic, and the flame grew incrementaly. Abruptly, the little mage stopped. I was about to make a snide comment when a huge forced slammed into my back. I could tell it was a fireball, but rather than being hot, my back felt very cold. I could hear a strange fizzling sound as the magic died out, something very abnormal for a fire ball.
"Now we are getting somewhere," remarked a voice I didn't recognize.
I whipped around to see three warlocks standing at the door, one of them still had his arm outstretched.
"Now please," asked the mage," could we see your wings?"
Curse Zaak. Man never could keep a secret.
"Why don't you look at them yourself? They're right the--" But they weren't there. As far as I could see, my wings had disappeared, but I knew they were there, I could still feel them. I unfurled my wings to their full length, and everyone gasped. I should say, everyone gasped except for the warlocks. The were still by the door, stoic as ever.

Over the next half an hour, I was repeatedly burned and struck by lightning, neither had any affect.
"Water and earth would only measure strength, and we're testing that one later..." pondered one of the wizards on the Examination Team.
One of the warlocks stepped forward.
"Sharpened air." It was NOT a question.
"Nothing too dangerous," piped in the pink toad.
The warlock proceeded to form an air disk as tall as he was and launch straight at my chest.
The pink mage screamed as a deep rent was opened up in my chest. The pain was incredible, but it was endurable. Then, about a second after the pain hit, it was gone. The huge gash in my chest was totally gone. The mage didn't even notice at first.
"IT COULD HAVE CUT HIM IN HALF!" she shrieked.
The warlock looked at her with a grin plastered on his face that would have gotten a normal human thrown in an asylum.
"It should have." Was all he said. You could hear the ecstasy in his voice.
The mage then looked back at me, and realized that I was now unhurt.
"What happ..." The mage promptly fainted. THAT got a good laugh out of me and the warlocks.
A magician walked to the center of the room.
"Why don't we move on to strength now?"
"Oh f***," I thought.